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A Lover’s Fetish...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati? ”

(Pardon me, but have we met before?)

Word Count: 3,700 approx.

TNA FANFIC (Becoming Mrs. Dalton AU)

RATING: XXX EXPLICIT

Triggers: Abuse of alcohol and prescription/street drugs, depression, mental conflict, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Multi-partnering, Cosplay, Sex, Explicit music, GIFs

A/N: I want to give a special thank you to @aussieez​ (for always being my sounding board) and @shewillreadyou​ for reading my drafts as this dark abyss of a mind pulled this together.

I almost gave up on Tumblr altogether, but remembered the beautiful people that I have had the privilege of meeting on here, and selfishly didn’t want to give that up.

This lonely day for Lovers Lost has Sam reliving his memories of his life... the happiest of times... the worst of times... needing to find the answers to how his life changed so drastically. Everything surrounding him brings Alina to his mind with no escape.

He tries to reach out to her to see if she can provide the answers, but as per usual, her voicemail picks up on each call and texts are read, but no reply ever comes. He makes one last attempt before realizing that she is set on her path, and nothing he feels will influence her otherwise. He drains the last of the bourbon from the bottle, throwing yet another handful of sleeping pills in his mouth before  the last few drops follow. He lays on his California King, tears flowing, drifting deeper into his memories of their wedding day.

Alina is running along the sandy beach, her beautiful dark hair flowing in the wind, looking back over her shoulder to judge his closeness as he gives chase… the most angelic yet sinful smile spread upon her face… Her laughter rippling back to him, as if in real time, “If you catch me, you can have your way with me right here! … Haha Haha Haha… “ the echo of her voice lulling him into a pleasant snooze.

He reaches for her, touching her shoulder. She turns in a frantic state, yelling, “How could you, Sam???” The question reverberates in his mind, fading in the distance, sound transitioning into a blinding light hindering his view… then silence statically turning into horns blaring in a deafening tone in the mix of screeching brakes… him crying out for her…

Jolted awake, sweaty, panting, heart visibly beating in his chest, wanting to find an escape from all thoughts and dreams, he goes to his home office once finding it to be his place of solitude. As he enters, the sensors turning on the self adjusting lights as if assisting him to focus, he moves to the bar. After pouring the only comfort found in his penthouse that no longer feels like home, he stands in the expansive window, watching life move on as he remains stagnant … his only progression is the impending stupor that has come to fill his nights.

Unable to find solace, wanting to escape this cycle of falling apart, reaching out, rejection, self torment, only to begin again repeatedly, he leaves home with no destination, driving mindlessly through the city although he is in no shape to … but at this point, he’s forgotten how to care...

`````````Black Swan Lane ````````````

Dahlia’s plan for this dreaded Valentine’s Day was to drown out the world in the  XXX Members Only club.  She was really feeling out of sorts. Her heart was calling out for Sam, but her mind was only plotting out the next thing to crush him further with.

Her core throbbed with an ache that she wanted only him to soothe, but she knew that she wouldn’t be fully satisfied even then. She thought that if she started her evening here, by the time she happened upon him, she would have partially satisfied her lust craze.

She remembered the heat rush that flared throughout her on the last time she was here. She had seen her. This beautiful creature wearing a white swan costume... She sat in the viewing room, after having followed her discreetly the entire evening, watching her please another... her center pooling at the sensual way she caressed her lover... the way she held them... the way she… tasted them...

She would look for her on this night. This was the attention that she craved. Although Sam was a master at providing these feelings and more, she was becoming overly attached to him. She needed a disconnect, but someone to give her all of the things she was desiring of Sam at this moment.

The physical torment of needing to feel someone in this manner had always led Dahlia to decisions that would later leave her, contrasting, feeling worthless and desperately desired at the same time. It was an unexplainable addiction that took control of her, forcing her into actions that would leave her horribly conflicted every time.

There she was... but she had changed from the angelic and peaceful costume that identified her, into a more sinful blue black color that drew Dahlia’s curiosity immediately. Was she feeling sinful tonight? Would this be her opportunity to quench this fleshly curiosity that had plagued her for months now? She has to... whatever it calls for tonight... she just has to.

She gives the appearance of being in a completely drug induced euphoria, dancing so entrancingly to the concerto music wafting through the gardens. It seemed that this beautiful desired isolation before her escapade of total sexual indulgence began.

She could be found here before joining the others ... reliving the emotional craze to the room’s theme. Based upon the costume choice, she would be following the theme of Black Swan Lane.

This lane was for tormented lovers. It would start in an open auditorium with multiple characters from this dramatic play. You were welcome to act out scenes on stage, or simply satisfy your sexual hunger openly before the others of the room... reclining chairs or chaise lounges or benches at the ready... or even on the softly carpeted floor of velvet.

Dahlia stood in the shadows, watching her exquisite ballerina movements... her eyes slowly drinking every inch of her features. As she spun in the most fantastic pirouette, the wind slowly carried the scent of her Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel Eau de Parfum.

The familiarity of the fragrance brought an immediate recognition of who she was, peaking Dahlia’s curiosity to a whole new level. She was most definitely going to experience her tonight. She must, there is no way she would let this opportunity escape her.

As she leaves the stage, Dahlia follows her from a distance, a determination building within her beyond control. She enters the powder room, Dahlia entering a few moments after.

She could not get the image of the pained look on the black swan’s face during her exhilarating performance out of her head. She had completely captured Dahlia’s attention, somehow feeling that they were kindred souls.

Her dark hair falling forward covering her rouge cheeks, hid her from the view Dahlia was seeking.

She donned the Black Swan mask over her thick lashes... their length such that they seemed to offer a wave of hello with each bat of her eye.

The curves of her blue black ballerina styled dress were luring Dahlia in... her curiosity peaking in the worst way. The feathered tutu allowed a delicious view of her supple ass cheeks as she bent over to fix her strappy ballet shoe. The gentle bend and touch of her straps caused a fever to rise in Dahlia as she found herself deeply attracted to her.

Stretching too far, she begins to fall forward, nearly into the porcelain sink before her, but gains her balance against it letting out a curse. The lilt of her frustrated groan somehow causes the fever spreading through Dahlia’s core to ignite into a fire that was consuming her.

“She’s stunning... No wonder Sam is losing his senses over her.” Images of his drunken rants flood her thoughts.

She slowly approaches  her, circling to get a better view... her delicate frame that of a five foot seven gazelle. She lifted to her tiptoes verifying proper fit before straightening, teasingly improving her view from behind as Dahlia comes to her side.

She notices the gentleness of her facial tone... the deep beauty in her eyes as she focuses intently, mumbling over her asinine choice of shoe... “I should have worn the strapless ones... lo farò tutta la notte!”

Her Italian accent was melodic, as the song of a siren drawing Dahlia closer, “Uhmm, hi.. need any help, there?” She’d found her opening  to get her to face her... she needed to look directly into her eyes... to see the love that Sam clung to so desperately...

“Perdonatemi, ma ci siamo già incontrati?, ” the words falling softly from her lips as she comes to a full stand.

“No...”  She eyes her as if she will take her even without permission... “I watched your performance and it just ... drew me to you. There is a pain in you ... your movements and expressions... it made me...” Dahlia hesitates, but finds herself closing the distance between them.

“What? What did it... make you?”

The invitation made in the seductive way she began to stroke Dahlia’s cheek, enjoying the feel of her skin against her fingertips, dragging them to her chin as she moved in closer... never taking her eyes away from Dahlia’s lips as she licked them in desire.

“I just...want to,” Dahlia leans to her, their lips almost entwined, “Lose myself in you right now... To help... ease your pain, per say.”

She closes her soft lips around Dahlia’s in an intense open eyed kiss... Her tongue searching its way around and inside Dahlia’s open exhales as her hands find their way to her sensitive thighs... inching closer to the heated moisture telling of her heart’s desire.

“Let me get lost in you instead,” is the whisper that causes Dahlia’s flow to trickle forward in anticipation.

She slips an unknown pill into Dahlia’s mouth, just under her tongue, handing her one to place in hers... “Just to help take us both away...” she whispers, the pill dissolving quickly. She places the pill in hers, the effects already kicking in ... the room having an immediate butterfly effect... vision and hearing drifting in and out...

Dahlia’s head lolls back, the black swan claiming her neck and every exposed space. Stimulating jolts rush through her body, each deep breath intoxicating her even more, as she drifts away in euphoria.

She was claiming every emotion that Dahlia needed expelled from her... She craved this from Sam, but she didn’t even know if he’d reach out or if bourbon was his lover for this dreaded Lover’s holiday...

Her tongue swirled and flicked her flooding center, part due to thinking of Sam touching her this way, the other was all being summoned by this passionately desperate woman...

London was her stage name, but to keep things in context, she would go by the Black Swan... Dahlia’s was the Raven... keeping in with tonight’s theme.

Before the taste of her juices could barely soak her tongue, she pulled her up, pressing into her, kissing with a passion unimaginable as she imagined how Sam would take her in this moment...

Her fingers toyed excitedly with her g-string panty, until they felt her wetness trickle over them as she inserted three fingers deep within in, her thrusting erratically... periodically turning her face back to her ... not allowing her to escape one second of the pleasure she had been imagining through her entire performance.

She was losing herself at Dahlia’s touch, but confused at the intensity of it all, she finally escaped her hold... breathing the spasmodic words, “I’m married... I ... I can’t feel this... You.... I... I have to go...”

She stood against the wall, totally conflicted, irresolute of her desire for this stranger donning a raven costume. The electrical stimulation that coursed through her in the kiss they just shared, has her suddenly wondering how she’d reacted so drastically to Sam’s infidelity.

She was divorcing the man who had captured her being in totality... How could she be so hypocritical? She turns to run away at first, but turns back to the raven, rushing to her ... taking her against the wall without hesitation, unable to resist what she feels from her touch.

The Raven asks the Black Swan if there is somewhere they can be together, the powder room not being the optimal place for this behavior.

Speechless, she led her further down Black Swan Lane, entering into the Red Rooms. Dahlia has never been this far into the club before.

As they walked down the hallway lit only by the red lighting, Dahlia thought of Sam. She wondered if he enjoyed the sashay of her walk, the sultry stroking of her hair. She imagined his arousal, his kisses along her body, starting to get a feel of why he was so drawn to her.

They entered the room, the Black Swan teasingly looking over her shoulder asking, “Is this what you had in mind?” Her strong accent proving even more enticing in this atmosphere. “Yes... why don’t you sit in the chair while I explore the room a bit... to see what sweet torture you will endure next...”

The Black Swan looks at the Raven, admiring her frame in the soft lighting. “Oh!, what do we have here, are these for use? Or are they a display of catalogued items for sale here?”

“Each room has them, for this level of membership... Don’t worry amante, they’re all new. I restock my room after each visit. Usually those leave with you as a memento of the experience. Allora qual è il tuo piacere? So what's your pleasure?”

She examines the walls’ contents, opting for the vibrating extended strap-on dildo. She looks towards the Black Swan with seductive turn of her chin, “You’ve been a slutty girl tonight... I really think you deserve to be fucked... Sooooo...” She walks over to her, taking her hand slowly, leading her to the chaise.

“Straddle it, bending towards the back for support... Hold on tight! You’ll need it, because I am going to fuck the naughty out of you.” She takes her instructed position as the Raven prepares to deliver the punishment promised.

With the vibration now sending a rush through her own core, she takes the flavored lubricant from the wall, dripping it along in a manner that sends visions of Sam through her mind. Her desire is to act out what he would do to her in this moment. Craving him now more than ever, she just can’t help but wonder what he would feel watching her take his precious swan before his eyes.

Coming up behind her, she teases the length of the strap on against her opening, while dragging her nails along her thigh... up her ass... moving her hand around to separate her lips as she slowly drives the cock into her... her own center ghostly experiencing the feel of Sam entering her... her mind giving the vision of him entering the Black Swan... a dual eroticism that causes her to drive the cock relentlessly into the Black Swan as she silently moaned, taking the force with a devilish grin... reaching back to attempt contact with any piece of skin. Her thrusts become erratic as she finds her release, but she doesn’t allow the Black Swan to claim hers, pulling free of her core in a teasingly slow stroke.

Repositioning, Dahlia lay on the chaise and pulled the Black Swan backwards until she was over her face. She flicks her opening teasingly, until her quivers tell her to go further. Jutting her tongue into her space rotating between hummingbird speed to slow circulating movements, she claims her release sucking noisily in show of her triumph.

Tears begin to stream from underneath the mask as the Black Swan tries to regain normal breathing. Her mind tormented over giving in to this connection that she was afraid to acknowledge. She has only connected to one other in this way... and she had made the choice to walk away.

Seeing her struggle, the Raven rises to take her hand in an attempt to hold her. But legs failing her, she falls to the floor taking the Raven with her. They lie together on the velvet floor, the Raven gently kissing her between breaths, stroking her hair softly.The Black Swan responds as if she has found her lifeline, holding her tightly until she finally reaches her calm.

Having watched on as she pleasured another, his arousal reached a peak that would no longer allow him to remain just a spectator... maybe this stranger could help him feel again... No love, no pressure, no connection... just release...

As one partner exited, he watches her lay upon the velvet flooring, gently stroking the places that once was lined with the supple lips of another... the stimulating trail cascading throughout her delicate skin... reveling in the passionate arousal that still remained.. wondering what the next would make her feel...

She never heard his approach, just the words whispered, “Take me away from reality, and let me return the favor...” as he straddled her frame...allowing his girth to glide gently against her mound as if questioning her readiness for him.

The gentle purr of her response, gave its sign of agreement. “What should I call you?” She gasped, as his large hands cupped both of her breasts, stroking ever so gently until reaching their peak. He whispers, “Dark Phoenix” just before the pleasant flicker of his tongue was felt along her nipples as he brings them close to her chest’s center... the moistened heat from his breath as he teased the dark circle surrounding each one before slowly closing his lips around it, lightly biting to its tips.

Her audible breaths summon every endorphin within him, followed by her soft moans, her nails dragging along the lengths of his muscular arms, seeing every flex at the sensitivity of her touch in her mind.

He takes her hair into his hands, pulling with enough force to expose her neck in a taut stretch for his pleasure. He runs his nose along her neck’s side, taking in her fragrance, coming to her earlobe as he takes it within his mouth. The suction driving her to arc into his frame... just the lightest touch says she is ready to take control.

Nudging him with her frame, he takes his cue, rolling over taking her with him, their bodies now flush with Sam at her mercy. She kisses him as if he is the most significant being in her world, drawing back, causing him to chase her kiss. He grips her head kissing her with the most exhilarating tongue movement she could desire, imagining how this would feel at her center, returning the fervor of his kiss.

Now in the lounge chair that Sam once occupied, the Black Swan self pleasures as she watches on intensely, drawing her own quick breaths with each stroke of her center, feeling the touch of the Dark Phoenix in her own imagination.

Turning to face his massive erection in an exaggerated display of her rear and underside for his viewing, she bends for his touch as she takes him completely into her mouth... his hands in a tight grip of her ass while his thumbs provide a circular tease to her opening.

She pulls slowly up his shaft in a suctioned grip, causing Sam’s beautiful tone  to show in his abs as he comes up to take her thighs over his shoulder, lifting her center for his taste. Each now giving stroke for stroke in response to the other’s throbbing, they begin to reach the euphoric state that will bring forth the rewards of their efforts.

The Black Swan was now stroking through her orgasm with a rapid pace, as she watched him devour the Raven’s juices flowing forward... her convulsive backward thrust against his face giving sign of her release... her inability to continue as she climaxes cause her to hold a firm suction of his tip with the occasional release to scream out, “Yes, Dark Phoenix... Yes!!!”

As she crests in her orgasm, she works him to bring his flow rushing forward so forcefully that she can feel the rush in her nasal cavity, providing a momentary exhale of his flow into her nasal passage.

She releases him to control the burning pain of this rush, he lowers her and swiftly takes hold of her hips, and in a magician’s move, now is straddling her, losing control of this lustful desire to feel her from within.

He thrusts deep within her, long stroking in a fluent wavelike motion that draws her orgasms in succession. Her coos drive him to his final release, dragging her along with him under the covering of his costume’s cape.

Involuntarily, their bodies move together at each reminder of the unexpected fulfillment of each other’s need... each pulsing twitch of his girth causing her slow grind, as if having to command every ounce of elation from each other.

Feeling even more conflicted than before, turned on even further by this silhouetted display, the black swan returns to the powder room and applies a full black face... her mood now darker than at first arrival... Her night of pleasure... about to elevate to a higher level than she’s ever reached for before...

Dahlia stands alone the top row of the auditorium, watching the Black Swan find her way to the stage. When she finally appears, she takes a refreshing breath, gently tilting her head as a gesture of availability. Upon looking through the crowd for her next partner, she sees the Raven eyeing her and gives a subtle salute of goodbye.

Reciprocating the gesture with a slow nod, Dahlia turns to take her leave. To her surprise, she sees the Dark Phoenix taking his exit as well. She approaches with a tilted chin to avoid him directly looking her in the face, as she strides through the open door gently sliding her hand across his chest as a thanks for his courtesy.

She slowly makes her way through the dark garden, hearing his footsteps close behind. She has a slight curiosity as to who this man could be, a brief familiarity coming to mind as their intimacy replays in her thoughts as she reaches the exit to the parking area. She bares right as he bears left, hitting the remote start to his vehicle. The unique chirp catches her attention, causing her to turn in time to see this mysterious Dark Phoenix enter his Sypder, just as he removes his mask.

“Sam!” ...She can’t believe her eyes...

But she has her confirmation as the sleek Coupe passes her, the tags reading “Mr. P. SZ.”

Dahlia wished a Happy Valentine’s Day to Lovers Happy and Torn... and those seeking Love! Her delivery is late... she will definitely never take drugs from a stranger again... that was all she’d promise me, unfortunately...

It was a hard fight to win after she called me on my own drinking... I just had to be quiet, lol...

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Becoming Mrs. Dalton Master List

Prologue:

Young Samuel  Dalton came into Dahlia Schuyler's world through the most sensual encounter she'd ever experienced... Then he disappeared as if a ghost, or figment of her  imagination... but her mind and body assured her that this was no delusion.

Sam had unexpectedly appeared at the same party Dahlia was attending. She made an instant decision, she would explore her sexuality with 'The Samuel Dalton'. He seemed way too drunk to deny her... following his drunken patterns. He would be the one to satisfy all of her curiosities... or so the rumor mill says.

Inebriated, Sam accidentally shares a night with her. The events that follow would prove to be one of the biggest misunderstandings either could possibly have...

Their meeting was of out her own desire, but Dahlia is left in a compromising situation... which leads to her plot for revenge on the infamous "Dirty Dalton".

She thinks that he left her for members of Zeta Psi Frat House to have their way with her.

The feeling of being one of Sam's discarded playthings would become cause for her to pursue a disastrous course. Unfortunately, she would discover this much too late.

Her plan:

Lure him. Bed him. Trap him. Marry him... and finally, UNDO HIM !!!

Once she formulates a strategy to enter his life again, she becomes relentless in her pursuit. Dahlia has convinced herself that no matter what it takes, she will finally make him pay for his past actions...

Will he learn of her masterful deception, or will she fall for her own web of lies?

Rating:This will be an EXPLICIT storyline.

Warning: It may contain some canon, but is mostly original content.

Book: The Nanny Affair Fanfiction

I hope you enjoy their journey! Please like, comment, or share if you feel 😊.

Bonus, EXPLICIT, Valentine’s fic

(Not for those who are against multi partnering and talk of drug and alcohol abuse)

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Master of Deceptive Acts...

Am I becoming a stalker? Is this going too far??? No... I won’t let this go...

TNA Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is curiously interested in Samuel Dalton

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Additional Characters: Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  Drunkenness, Drunk sex

Word Count: 1061

Several years have passed, but here he is again... drunken, sexy, alluring... His bourbons tonight were well beyond his count... His head lay against his wrists, bent upward from his grip against the edge of his final drink of the night.

The bartender phoned his trusted driver to come retrieve the drunken soul... As Carter pulled into the curved driveway of the elite bar, he noticed a beautiful young woman making her way outside with Sam draped against her shoulder, as he kissed against her cheek moving towards her neck.

Carter shook his head, parked and opened the door for the couple to enter. He drove them back to Sam’s lavish penthouse and assisted her with getting them to his private elevator, at which he bid them goodnight. Sam had developed a sinister pattern that caused Carter to mistrust the situation, never having asked a single question.

As he pointed the way to his private bedroom, she gave him the gentlest of care. When they finally entered the massive room, Sam began to disrobe as best he could, gesturing towards the shower.

Unable to resist the thought of joining him, she turns the marbled knobs. As streams of water from the multiple shower heads began to flow, she marvels at the spa-like design as she tests the water’s temperature against her fingers.

He comes up, taking hold of her waist from behind, kissing his way along her damp  skin. She had already removed her wrap around dress, but he took delight in removing her bra; teasingly removing her laced panties as he lets his hands graze her grooves. His fingers play the loveliest melody against her insides, causing her to forget her true reason for being here... to gain more photos or video that could later be used in her stalker scandal she has planned down to the last detail.

She spun around in his grasp, kissing him with a hunger that defied her mind’s warnings to just photograph him drunken and indisposed... But she couldn’t fight the magnetism of the moment.

She shoved him against the shower wall, unzipping his soaked pants, yanking them down along with his Ethika So Icy boxer briefs, which took her aback for a moment... She thought, “Damn this guy is thick! As if being mega-rich isn’t enough...” But as the briefs moved further down, his erection staring her directly in the face, she completely forgot her thoughts... only remembering her desire.

Drunkenly, he steps out of his pants and boxers bunched at his ankles, finding balance atop of her head...forcing her forward. She doesn’t fight his guidance, but instead gives in to the moment. He gasps, but tries to maintain his posture against the wet wall as she works him with precision. Completely taken over, he grips her head, guiding her into his strong thrusts, looking down upon her in total awe of her gazing back up at him with intensity... at her submissive nature allowing his will...

Turned on even further, as she begins to take his seed, he pulls her to him, kissing her as if she was an illusion that he needed to get all that he could from before disappearing from his eyes. He was so intoxicated that he couldn’t decipher reality, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling.

This angelic being was bringing forth closure to a loneliness he’d buried deep within... He wasn’t alone anymore... He felt! It had been so long... He decided to pour every ounce of himself into this feeling... into her... releasing all of the pressure he’d been unable to escape... he would do just that in this moment.

Picking her up, he thrust every inch of himself into her roughly... pounding her slick meaty space repeatedly, giving every ounce of aggression, regret, fear, and desire into her... snatching her neck backwards by yanking her dripping locks... licking, kissing, sucking, biting... claiming every place that he could touch as his... leaving bruises in the wake of his passion... hearing her cries of painful pleasure... hearing her beg for more of him...

Never breaking his forceful strokes, he carries her over to the shower bench, lowering her, increasing his thrusts in this mastered squat that sends her over the edge... screaming, clawing, tears flowing over the deceptive pleasure she was enjoying so much more than she should.

~~~~~~~Her point of view ~~~~~~~~~

“How am I letting him distract me like this? Oh damn... He feels sooooo... Ah! Yes! Freeeeaaaak! Meeeeee! Oooooh-hah! Mmmmphhh” (She pants heavily, dragging her moans.)

Okay girl... pull yourself together... you... (She becomes lost in the feeling.)

I can’t... Don’t fall for this... He’s drunk!!! ... This isn’t because you have some connection. Don’t fall.... Don’t ...

Dammit! ... I... I can’t hold on... I’ll just give in... for now... (Little did she realize that this was her first step in the wrong direction... She would battle with herself from this point forward.)

~~~~~~~ End p.o.v ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As she climaxed, he could feel her flow begin. He dropped to his knees, tasting the rewards of his efforts... craving more of her offering. He leans over her, kissing her as if he himself will disappear from this spot any second now... seeing the tears flow from her face as he watches her response to his kisses; it was reflective of his release... physical, mental, emotional... was this just a mirrored metaphor???

But this felt ... REAL!...

She puts Sam to bed, snapping the photos that she originally started this little mission for. She also took a video of her draped across him, kissing him, him holding her, and other much more scandalous positions... She would edit these later, removing factors that could identify her...

With Sam fast asleep, and not waking any time soon, she returns to the shower to clean this night from her body; attempting to wash away the very real feelings that she was starting to have for him... he definitely didn’t deserve this from her... falling for him after the way he’d left her in the past.

She enjoys the lavishness of the shower, this time without distraction. Then slips out of the room, looking back for one last savory view.

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Becoming More Than a Woman...

The Nanny Affair Fanfic

Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is now curiously interested in Jay Christopher Hunt, although silently pining for Samuel Dalton still.

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Additional Characters: Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned) 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None.

Word Count:3,300 approx. ( A lot changed this chapter...)

Dahlia had finally reached a settled place in her campus routine. The horrors of that dreadful morning long from her thoughts.

She even pledged and became a part of the elite Alpha Sigma Tau sorority at the strong urging of Jay. It was there she met her newfound best girlfriend Jenny Klein, who Dahlia called Jen. These two would come to be inseparable over time.

Dahlia had never had any real bonding experiences, but Jenny would become the 'girl' support she never knew she couldn't live without until they met. She finally had someone to bond with other than Jay, and it was a good addition to the duo. It would provide a needed distraction from the unexpected feelings Dahlia was having about Jay.

------------------ A close to a chapter, Jay graduates ------------------

It was coming up to Jay's graduation, and he'd move on to his new job. Until now, he had respected the fact that Dahlia wasn't ready to be intimately close to anyone; but he felt the time had come to express the feelings he'd held back for so long.

She was no longer this young girl that had caught the eye of many, but had blossomed into a very sensual young woman. She'd become focused on her studies, and learned that the 'party girl' was not necessary to explore her sexual curiosities.

She had watched an episode of Oprah Winfrey's that talked of self exploration. It spoke to learning our own body and its' G-spots so that, when the time did come, it would provide a heightened experienced with the right partner; helping them to position where you were most sensitive.

Dahlia had ventured to an adult store and discovered many artificial lovers to satisfy many of her desires. But, truth be told, it was the sensual kisses and caress of her body that aroused her most.

She had supported Jay's athleticism and his extracurricular activities; and even fantasized about him, but her heart had already been captured by the one who'd hurt her the most.  She would never want to use another in attempt to get past feelings that haunted her still. But, she had not laid eyes on Sam since that morning. They'd never even formally introduced themselves to each other. How would he have found her anyway?? She shrugs the thought away, sifting her thoughts back to Jay.

"Should I see if we could become something more? No, that'd be selfish, Lia! He's leaving after graduation... This could open future possibilities, though... Oh, Girl!! How'd you ever become so indecisive? This isn't you... You're that 'I see it, I want it, I'm having it!' type... Just go for it... Even if it only brings one fantastic night... UGGGHHHH!!!!  Just ... don't count it out just yet..."

-------------------------- Jay’s Graduation -------------------------

The day comes...

Jay graduates, and Dahlia and Jenny are there among those cheering for him, although these two are most definitely the loudest. He looks their way with the biggest smile she has ever seen on his face and winks. Dahlia's center twitches at the gesture, as if finally coming to agree with her earlier thoughts.

Even her heart flutters at the sudden thoughts of him naked and pleasuring her. "So we're going, right? ... Lia?" Pulled from her explicit imaginations, she questions, "What Jen? ... Going where?" Jen gives her that all knowing mischievous grin... "To the Zeta Psi party? They're even hosting celebrity music entertainment. It's all the talk around campus, but they won't even hint to who'll be performing. Tell me we're going ... We can't miss this!"

Dahlia is instantly sucked into a state of panic... her heart racing. She breaks out into a  sweat, but doesn't realize. "Hey  ... hey now... What is it Lia?"

She turns to Jen, preparing to explain, but before she can, Jay runs up and lifts her from behind, full of energy, saying that the two of them have to accompany him to the Zeta Psi party; seeing how it will be his last before leaving. "Hell, yeah! We're there," Jen answers for the pair. Dahlia offers a weak but enthusiastic smile and nods yes, thinking,  "What's the worst that can happen with Jay by my side?"

"We've got to dress our finest since this is Jay's last Frat party, and we'll be on his fine ass arm ... Let's go shopping... We'll catch up to you at the party... Text you when we're outside, Jay, so you can walk us in. Bye-eee!"  And just like that, Jen drags Dahlia away, not giving either of them a chance to interject.

-------------- Shopping with Jenny --------------

“Jen, have you ever just wanted to experience something that just happened from pure chemistry, not from someone’s planned manipulation?”  Jen looks in the floor length mirror, holding a very short but expensive dress against her frame. “Hmmm, I mean… sure, who hasn’t? But haven’t you done that already with “Dirty Dalton”? If the rumor mill is correct about him, you couldn’t ask for more chemistry than that” She notes that Dahlia never replies.

“Oh, I am so sorry. That was just insensitive, and I didn’t mean to be. Forgiven?” She walks up to Dahlia, placing the Gucci outfit against her… “Now, Jay just has to see you in this. He will literally drop to his knees. Whaddya think?”

“I think… this Black Card has no limit… But should I, Jen? Have a limit? The last time I gave in to my curiosity, I got humiliated. I think the part that hurt the worst is not even knowing why.” She doesn’t wait for Jenny to respond, she takes the dress into a private fitting room and undresses. She didn’t realize that Jenny had come in with more outfits… “Damn, girl! With a figure like that, I need to find Dalton myself and fuck him up for you. It just makes no sense. Did you ever try to find him? You know, to question him about it all?”

As she slips on the dress and spins around, she simply shakes her head no, but Jenny can see the tears building in her eyes. “I didn’t even give him my name. He probably doesn’t even remember what I look like he was so drunk. So does that make me the real bad person in this? Luring a drunken guy into sex? I didn’t think that through at all Jen. But the rumors… those damned rumors... “

“Dahlia, we’re in college. We are going to have wild nights. At least with Jay.... you have gotten to know him. And he is always around, so I doubt you have this to worry about with him. But, I do think that you should use the judgement that feels best to you. This way, if any regrets, it was only because of your choice, not anyone else’s suggestions.”

When Dahlia looks away from the mirror as she smooths the fabric against her curves, she sees that Jenny has found the perfect outfit and is posing in the mirror from behind her. “So, I have mine… please tell me that is yours… or that we will just take this all and decide away from here. I can’t linger in department stores. I find that you only know if it looks right in your own personal room… So, grab daddy’s card and let’s get out of here. And for the record, I think you are overthinking things. Let’s have fun, girl! Jay is leaving soon! And besides, you know we always pregame!”

--------------- Zeta Psi Celebrity Graduation Bash ------------

The DJ has decided on a love theme, that is until the celebrity entertainment takes over. As the bass vibrates through those closest, the words of “Every Kind of Way” by H.E.R belts across the yard. The outdoor decorations surpassed all prior parties hosted by Zeta Psi. Dahlia texts Jay to let him know that she and Jen have entered, forgetting that she was supposed to do this as they got close to arrival. She was uneasy about being back at the place where her college nightmare began. She quickly scanned the crowd for Sam, thinking that there is no way he’d be here. She hadn’t seen him in years, but there was just something tugging at her gut. But what exactly, she had no clue …

Jay appears and escorts the two across the dance floor to the VIP section. The signage stated that this was Jay’s private area, no guests without his explicit permission. It also stated that the celebrity entertainment would visit this area after each performance to provide a special tribute of Jay’s choice. 

Jenny immediately made her way over to the bar area, winking to Dahlia, squeezing her hand just before making her way through the small group already inside Jay’s VIP. Jay pulled Dahlia onto the dance floor, not wanting this song to pass before he could tell her how he felt. This was perfect for his words he thought.

As they danced in a slow sensual rhythm, slow rolling their frames together, he began to speak against her ear. “Can I introduce you to womanhood Lia? I mean… I know that you think Dalton was it for you.. I just want to show that there’s so much more out there for you… If for nothing more than to heal the scars he left on your heart and body. Who knows what this could become… but, for now, I’d like to be the one you trust… the one to help you live again…”

She can’t believe that Jay, man of ample choice of women, wanted this moment… with her. Shyly, she responded, “If the night leads there, we’ll follow it through… is that an okay answer?” Without a word, he leaned in gently... kissing her lips, cupping her chin, pulling her into the most hair raising kiss of her life… and based off of the wetness she now felt, she couldn’t help but imagine the feelings he would take her body through…

“Damn!,” is the soft whisper she gives as he pulls away. The darkened stare between them providing the answer for the ending of their night, he took her under his arm and guided to the center of the  dance floor. Tonight, everyone here would see that Jay had staked his claim on Dahlia.

Looking around, she saw Jenny full on grinding with a guy she didn’t recognize… but there was much still left to discover about her newfound best friend... As the first celebrity makes his way to the stage, the music to 2012 begins to play in preview… His voice over the mic causes the crowd to go insane, looking frantically around, and then finally singing along echoing in unison…

”And they depended on us... to make earth shaking love …

As we lay down, lay down..

Tellin’ me to go harder, go harder…

I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker…

We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down now” ...

until at last, Chris Brown takes the stage with guest dancers from Dahlia’s sorority.. Screams from the females erupt, but the men just take this as their cue to grind more sensually, as if mimicking this Master of Grind.

As Dahlia teased Jay with the sexiest body roll she could give, her hips sway dramatically from side to side as her full ass grazed every inch of him, as she lowered and raised her hips. He matched her movements in a reverse grind that had her wondering if he danced like he fucked… Oh, but soon, time was definitely going to provide that answer. Her nerves and anxiety were growing by the stroke.

Spinning around into his muscular grip, she laid an ear to his chest to gauge if he was as turned on as she was right now… and sure enough, his heart raced faster as she tightened her grip around his waist, pulling him into her… immediately feeling the fullness of his arousal.. Turning to look up into his beautiful hazel eyes speckled with a flaring green that was hypnotizing. “What is it Lia?,” he asked with the sexiest grin…

The DJ announces the next entertainment up as the music changes. Up next, Summer Walker with “Girls Need Love Too”...

Tiptoeing to whisper against his ear as he lowered to her reach, “I think I’m done being a little girl… I want that womanhood you promised me… right… now…” She gently nuzzles into a soft kiss of his earlobe, moving along his neck as she lowered to her heel, reaching his lips… Kissing him in the most inviting way she knew how… Knowing that when she pulled away, he’d be eagerly dragging her away to please her. Proving her correct, he raced off of the dance floor, carelessly pushing dancers out of their way… with only one goal… ecstasy!

-------- The secluded place from ‘that night’ in Zeta Psi Frat House --------

As they backed through the door, kissing and groping with a fever racing quickly through them both, Dahlia stopped cold… her eyes darting around the room… She reaches quickly, taking Jay’s hand… “Not in here, please.” Tears begin to stream down her face, but Jay steps close and gently kisses them away. “Lia, do you trust me?”

“Yes, Jay… You know that I do, but…”

“No buts, you can do this… I’ll heal you through this. It’s just me and you… And this time…” He locks the door, and even slides the chain lock into place. He opens the window… “Let them hear us… but they will never get a second chance to see your gorgeous body… That, Lia…” He hesitates as he pulls her to him, taking one arm and then the other, his hand guiding her head to lay against his firm chest. “That will only happen with privilege… at your desire… NEVER… and I do mean NEVER…”

He kisses the top of her head, tilting it up to allow her to see the seriousness of his words… “Happen again… or so help me, somebody is getting fucked up in the worst way… Do... (kiss) you (kiss) feel (kiss) me?”... Is the last words breathed against her lips before she kisses him like he has saved her from death… The heaviness of their breaths audible as they feel each other as if committing the images to memory.

Dahlia stops the kiss only to say these few words, “Heal me Jay… I trust you completely.” With that, he lifts her and lays her gently on the bed. He strokes her body as if it is the only one on Earth, admiring her as he tells her of her beauty, as she becomes exposed to him  inch by inch as he relieved her of her clothing… 

Kissing and appraising every newly revealed part as a sculptor appraises clay being formed into a new masterpiece. “I just need to warn you, Lia...it’s not average sized… You may scream out… a lot… but it will definitely be from pleasure and the best pain you could ever experience. I’ll be as gentle or as rough as your moans and commands tell me to be. I’m your new toy to control.”

And with that, he sits back to watch her eyes as she watches him expose himself to her. Once the sculpted manliness is completely free for her view, he asks softly, “Think you can handle me?”

“Oh damn … Jay, I’m going to take all of you… bury it deep and never let me go … it’s all yours tonight.”

He begins by kissing her as if she was his bride on their wedding night. The smell of him driving her senses mad… the feel of his lips on her skin sending heat rippling throughout her. “I hope you don’t mind, but… I’m about to cause you to sweat that perm out.” He grips her under her arms, taking hold of her shoulder as he eases inch by inch slowly into her soft center which allows for stuttered entry. “ Relax Lia, I’ve got you,” he whispers against her lips as she kisses away the pain of his entry. Her walls quiver against the pressure as they become slick from the pleasureful pain he promised to give. “Damn, Jay…,”she sighs as his base finally connects to hers. “Just hold it there for a minute, and kiss me.”

Jay did just as she asked. The feel of his tongue exploring her mouth was so tender and awakening that she was coming unglued. No one had taken the time to just kiss her this way. He found the most sensitive spots of her neck, kissing them with delicacy, grazing his teeth gently against her, never once moving inside her… but his throbbing excitement shook her walls. As if hypnotizing her, she moved in gentle strokes taking in every veiny touch as her orgasm began to climax from just this simple motion.

Sensing this, Jay kissed his way down her center, giving small attention to her navel, causing her to arc against him. Damn, he was finding every sensitive place… his breath proving her sensitivity lied further down… the gentle wind caused her to shiver. Withdrawing, he asked if he could drink of her precious flow, staring up at her for a reply… Without a word, she lifted her center to his mouth as she opened herself completely to him. “I want to savor this, hold on for as long as you can, then just give in as you need to.”

The slow but steady rock of her hips against his face began to slowly build as her senses exploded into a pleasureful flow over his tongue thrusts. As she shudders through her orgasm, screaming out in overwhelming pleasure, he keeps his hands on her to steady her. His goal is to bring another, stimulating her until she can’t take it anymore, until she begs for him to take her… to give her all of him. It doesn’t take long, reaching her ejaculation within minutes of his continued persistence against her insides, inserting himself again to finish her properly.

As his veiny arousal stoked the internal spark, igniting into a blaze spreading throughout every nerve ending, the steady trickle of her excitement brought forth his throaty moans, as his tongue danced against hers. His hand trailing her frame as if seeking out every erogenous space on her delicate skin, sending shivers rippling behind each gentle touch.

Her eyes rolled in euphoric bliss as his breath ghosted against the silhouette of her neck, until he took her earlobe gently between his teeth. Scraping along the outer edge, licking the inner rim, until gently sucking... Fingers now gliding through her roots, tracing sensual strokes, as he follows with gentle tugs to stimulate blood flow. Her breaths stalled in response to the intimate thrust to her folded frame.

"Turn over Dahlia," he whispers as with a slight kiss behind her ear, moving for her reposition. "Lie flat with your legs closed, I've got it from there." She does as instructed, feeling him straddle her backside. He strokes her ass, feeling the toned curve before spreading her cheeks enough to lower himself into her center. The tight entry causes them both to suck their breath. Her walls clenching him inward, his length being coated in her natural lotion. Easing until he meets her ass, he lays against her withholding his full weight, and slowly thrusts until the feel of her takes over his control. Thrusting roughly, the long stroke of his hardness draws out her throaty cries... Hearing his name called, feeling her claw his sides, watching her turn so that he can kiss her to completion caused him to lose all composure, both sex organs quivering as their release sounds out through the open window.

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Sensuality at its best...

Have you ever set a trap for someone and fell into your own damned trap? How the hell is this supposed to turn around?

TNA Fanfic

Pairing: Samuel Dalton with wife Alina Dalton

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Additional Characters:  Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned) , Alina Dalton

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  ADULT CONTENT!!!!

Triggers: Alcoholism, Adultery, Depression

Word Count:  1145 approx.

A/N: Two more years have passed, and Dahlia is now twenty-one. There have been many encounters between Sam and the mystery woman... She always seemed to appear wherever he was... more pointedly, everywhere he was whenever he would be inebriated beyond any point of recollection afterwards. Conversations would be had, about business mostly, but some days he would truly open up... just before realizing he was there to forget work...

-------- Update on Sam -------

Sam had taken on the Chief Managing Officer position within his family’s company, Dalton Enterprises. The company would host charitable events, company picnics, and often wine and dine clients at the Dalton Country Club. For the more elite clientele, they would meet regularly at one specific posh eatery, The Top of the Standard, an affluent penthouse lounge atop of the Standard Hotel with expansive views that becomes a club after 10 PM.

He had requested a bit more time from his father, Mason Dalton, in an attempt to at least be available to Alina for doctor’s appointments, ultrasounds, birthing and new parent classes. He also wanted to at least spend the first year of his twins’ lives working from home in a limited capacity, but of course his father had flat out denied him.

Mason was determined that business came before family. He felt that it didn’t lessen his relationship with Sam’s mother, so he would be fine as well. If Alina didn’t immediately understand this, then he would just have to make her see reason.

------------- Champagne Bar of The Plaza Hotel -----------------------

On this particular night, Sam had just found out that his wife of two years, Mrs. Alina Dalton, had deceived him. Their beautiful courtship, extended honeymoon phase, and happy marriage had reached the point of marriage counseling now scheduled for twice a week. Sam was trying everything to forgive his wife... the woman he had loved so freely, so unconditionally... who had borne his twins, making him the happiest he’d ever been in life.

He’d requested that a bottle of Jameson Rarest Vintage Reserve be left before him, along with a glass with several cubes of ice. This was not his usual drink of choice, but his brother, Robin, seemed to enjoy it. He didn’t care at this point in time if he developed cirrhosis of the liver in later years, he just wanted to feel nothing... No love, no hurt, no pain, no stress...Absolutely Nothing!

When the tears started to flow, she made her way over to the bar where he sat, swirling the emotional Novocain around in its glass. Ordering an Apple Martini Sour, then gently addressed him, “Hi Sam, what has you in this mood? I’ve never seen you in this state before... care to talk about it...  privately?”

Lifting his bloodshot eyes, blinking slowly in an attempt to hold back further tears, he stared at her for a moment... “Lia?”

---------- Penthouse Suite at The Plaza Hotel ----------------------

She sat before him, her legs spread in a sinister way. She summoned him towards her with the slow flick of her index finger, her eyes laser focused on his full lips. The seduction tonight was going to be on a level he could not resist. He approached like a hungry lion preparing to descend on its prey.

She strokes her juices with the intent of giving him his first taste of her, an irresistible aphrodisiac that would trigger his intensity. He lowers himself against her with a force that pushes her into a backwards lean against the mattress as he sucks her temptation from her fingers. His tongue teasing her breathless. She pushes herself up into a searing kiss causing her own toes to curl. The smell of him driving her flow forward in anticipation. The feel of his powerful tongue moving against hers told of the intended pleasure he would soon serve.

He pulls away to her surprise… having cast his own spell tonight. She must have him. He won’t escape her; she will put her all into this new drive he has provided.

As he kissed along her neck, her breaths became heady and quick. He stroked gently against her cheek with the firmness of his length as she turned open mouth to consume him… from circling his tip giving a gentle suckle of his first droplets to fully engorging him, as he slid gently past her gag reflex. She began smoothly at first, but the submissive haze in his eyes as his head lolled back, giving extreme definition of his Adam’s Apple as he swallowed ever so slowly, told of his need for her to command him.

Taking a slow… deep... inhale through her nostrils, she moaned as her tongue frantically swayed against each withdrawal and submersion of his strength, as it battled against the urge to powerfully thrust into this heated wetness. He gripped her silken hair, mussing it gently at first, but quickly moving to a slightly painful tug as his pleasure heightened, causing his guttural moans to echo throughout the silent expanse… her only noises being the scattered breaths and soft coos as she moved to tease his testicles before swiftly descending upon the full length of him repeatedly as he watched her head bob profusely. She turns her face so that he can look into her eyes as she drains him of his first wave of ecstasy, knowing this is the first of many to come. The stiffened arc of his frame signals… beckons... for her to relinquish her hold on his every nerve… his soul… pleading for release… so she gives in. She pumps him into her tightened grip, her tongue providing a sensual quiver against the throbbing pulse she knew was his flow threatening to erupt as lava from a volcano… a forceful explosion of pleasure no longer having any possibility of being contained…

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[secretaryunpaid]

The worst case of deja vu...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking.

Word Count: 2,400

Rating: Explicit

Trigger Warnings: Promiscuity, alcohol consumption (by minor)

A/N: @thefrenchiemama​ ... as promised, I hope to have explained if Sam ever looked for Dahlia or if he ever came back after he left her at Zeta Psi.

I have been off my usual writing regimen of Stella Rosa and mood music... I hope it’s still a spicy read, and I will gladly answer any questions you have about this post... but can’t give too much away, lol.

Thank you so much for binge reading my series. I love you for it! Enjoy!

So, let’s just do a little recap of how this whole entire nightmare started for Samuel Dalton. “Mr. Perfect Size” had the reputation of being the one to get next to if you wanted a sexual experience that you would remember beyond the grave.

~~~~~The Rewind~~~~~

The rumor mill around Princeton was that Sam had no limits; that he was miraculous at inducing that desired state of euphoria of his own design, but he was a also man that would be open to almost any request, once you had the pleasure of being the object of desire for the night.

Now “Mr. Perfect Size” as he had become labeled by many of the females who dared speak of their union with the young Dalton heir. It was never his intention to have this image, but the fact that it pissed his father off to no end made this an easy path to continue.

Many of his relations were with the daughters of clients or potential clients, board members, or employees of Dalton Enterprises. Their parents would have to console their brokenhearted daughters, which was no easy task, especially when they had the huge misconception that they would be “the one” to finally catch his attention.

Mason Dalton had all but given up on forcing Sam to comply to his demand to change his behavior, growing ever tired of having to calm the tempers of the business associates he’d worked for years to build the proper rapport with.

Vivian, Sam’s mother, always told her husband that he was overreacting to it all. She felt that it was the responsibility of the girls involved as much as it was their son’s. She also impressed upon the fact that he would one day bear the burden of Dalton Enterprises, having to make many unwanted sacrifices in his personal life as they had. Her request to her husband... to leave Sam to his vices until a time closer to having to assume responsibility of the legacy they were building for him and his brother, Robin Flores. Mason would comply for now, but fully expected to see Sam correct his inappropriate course long before his time to lead Dalton Enterprises.

~~~~~ Zeta Psi ~~~~~

Dahlia led a drunken Sam away from the party to prove the rumor mill’s truth. She downs the last of her liquid courage as he finishes off his last drink of the night, already have had way more than his share. 

She throws all caution to the wind, kissing him with such fervor that his core filled with excitement, his hands roamed pleasurably along her frame, teasing her navel with his thumb, igniting the nerve endings of her abdomen as he grazed his fingers along her silken skin, causing her to shiver at his touch.

Once away from prying eyes, not that it really mattered, because all ears bore witness, Unknown to Dahlia, this was a regular thing in the Zeta Psi House. And the boys were always teasing each other or collecting on bets the next morning.

He took her into his arms, carrying her over to the bed, sitting her down gently as he wedged himself slowly between her legs. His hands find their way under her tube top, teasing her breast, feeling her nipples rise as the pads of his thumbs circled against them. Lowering himself, he eased her top up to suckle her peaks before sucking along her breasts, then down her center, gently biting at her crotch through her Tommy jeans before running his hand along her center and thighs... leaning back up to kiss her once again.

He quickly removed his shirt, as she tugged at his jeans, gripping his length in her excitement to see if any part of the rumors rang true before undressing. She would truly become tempered if she had chosen wrong... but the things she’d heard... and from his firmness right now ... she just needed him naked... NOW...

Seeing her anxiety, he took control, and soon... his beautifully toned body was flexing under her touch. Her kisses along his six pack as she stroked him caused a quiver of arousal throughout his body. Her small hands gripping his sides, she guides his masculine frame to her mouth’s touch, flicking her tongue against his navel, then lowering to his massive girth.

Looking up into his eyes as her eyebrows arc in excitement, she licks the head... teasing circles around it before closing her lips over it with a slow suckle, before downing the entire shaft as her mouth watered at his pulsing entry ... She knew he was enjoying her, not even having the best part yet...

The desire in his eyes boring straight through her clothing, her nipples hardening as he pulls her hair into a tight grip, gliding in and out of her mouth sensually... his low husky voice saying, “I’m gonna fuck you slow, just like this... I’ll make you cum so hard, you’ll catch a cramp.”

Not wanting to give in to this vixen too early, he pulls her head away almost roughly, bending to thrust his tongue deep within her mouth, sending a fire through her causing her to squirm with need.

His hands being mastered, he has already removed her tube top, as he guides her backwards, ripping her Tommy jeans off, easily taking her laced panties along with them, before climbing over her to take her sex as if she would disappear without his touch.

After successfully causing her hyperventilation from his tongue play all about her body, finding her center, after lifting her legs over his shoulders, thoroughly tasting the delicacy now pooling for his fulfillment.

Sensing an unusual innocence about her, Sam decides against his customary roughness in his inebriated state. Cradling her frame, he rolls her into a straddle, gently thrusting upwards into her center as she gasps, but remains focused on his pupils... wanting to see every flicker of excitement rushing through him as he takes her tenderly. Her moans and crying out of his name  echo throughout, telling of the night’s pleasures, Sam reciprocates her love sounds in his own grunts and groans, both loudest in their continued release.

True to his reputation, the positions he takes her body through in the course of the night gives her such a euphoric thrill, she falls asleep in exhaustion, cradled in his secure embrace.

Remember this moment...

Unable to process the  escalation of  pleasure, she cries out, clawing into his shoulders  unknowingly… until she reaches full climax and release… just before  passing out.

He eases up to kiss her, as she lies asleep in exhaustion. He silently dresses as he decides to get breakfast for them both. She looks like the caramel macchiato type… I’ll get Starbucks, too… and fruit or danish or both.

He  finds himself unexpectedly excited to do this for her… his newfound  treasure… She’s different from what he’s used to… He  uncharacteristically wants to get to know her more… to experience her  more…

He takes one final glance at her before gently pulling the door closed.

Now that we’re caught up... This is what happened next...

~~~~~ The Morning Mistake ~~~~~

Before leaving for breakfast, Sam went to a friend that he knew to let him know that he still had company upstairs, and that he would be back soon should she happen to come downstairs asking for him. He asked that he ask her not to leave, that he’d like to spend the day with her.

Once he agreed, Sam quickly exited in hopes to return before she woke.

That brings us back to this moment...

Wiping her eyes to peer for another look, there were in fact several of the Zeta Psi Frat guys gawking. A few were even licking their lips, and making snide remarks and gestures.

She  couldn’t believe her eyes… Did he send them to have their turn with her?  How could he think that little of her? Or that she was that type of  girl?

She scrambles to dress... only managing to cover her private parts with her clothing, brushing past the guys as quickly as she could… all the while in  total horror and disgust… Tears began flowing uncontrollably over how silly she had been to  think otherwise of Sam… He’d had the label “Dirty Dalton”, but she didn’t take it to be true… UNTIL NOW !!! …

Jay saw Dahlia running through Zeta Psi’s house and tried to catch up to her. She had already made it out and to her car. He could see her frantically dressing as the tears burned down her cheeks. For a brief moment, she just beat the steering wheel furiously, then she managed to start her car and drive off, nearly hitting the sleek black Audi pulling into the parking lot.

~~~~~ Sam’s outcome~~~~

As Sam got out of his car, looking towards the BMW speeding off, he noticed Jay walking towards him. “Was that some female disappointed with your performance, Jay? Typical, haha…”

Jay decided in that moment that he was fed up with Sam’s constant taunting over one bad experience… one of which a mean rumor spread about Jay’s sexual ability, or lack thereof. He never got the chance to have his ex-girlfriend correct the lies she’d spread because he had found interest in someone else, and tried to end things with her on good terms.

“Nah, Sam… Actually, that was your little hottie from last night. She said to tell you that she’d enjoyed it, but with your reputation, she didn’t want to take it further than last night… Guess your morning didn’t go so well… since you were sober, huh?” Jay waits for Sam’s expression to change from peaceful to disappointed.

“Damn, I could’ve shown her that I am not what people make of me. Did she ever say her name to any of you? I have to try to find her. She’s… different, Jay… I don’t know… guess I should have handled that part when we woke up, but honestly man… I don’ t even know how we ended up… well… let’s just say that I wanted to make sure she wasn’t a hallucination… And that my friend, she was definitely not…”

Jay fumes on the inside, but keeps his composure. “That good, huh? So, what’s after this? … She got you going out on a Starbucks run already… damn… I didn’t think anyone would have “Mr. Perfect” behaving like this…” This quip isn’t seen as an insult like Jay intended either, and doesn’t break Sam’s focus.

“Say, you don’t know her Jay… or anyone who might?,” Sam asks intently. “Nah, dude… You should know the females you lay with… you might catch something you don’t want one day, bruh… She could be a crazy stalker, or a gold digger…”

Sam looks at Jay quizzically, but then ignores the comment. “Guess there’s no point going back inside then. Let me know if anyone knows her name… I mean ask around for me… Holla at you later. Gonna go visit my mom.”

Jay can’t help his curiosity. Sam truly seemed bothered by her leaving… granted he has no idea of what happened before she left. “Sam… wait, why’d you leave her in the first place? You seem interested…”

Sam drops his head and sighs, “Dumb decision to surprise her with breakfast and coffee… Guess I should have just asked her along, but -…”

“But what, man? You had doubts about her?.” Jay interrupts. 

“No, nothing like that… As odd as it sounds, it felt different waking up next to her… it made me want to... I don’t know… just give her something considerate as a peace offering before finding out who she was, and well, to be honest, to find out if I lured her into the room.”

Jay arches an eyebrow at the suggestion. “She isn’t my usual type, you know… the ones begging to be in your arms. I just don’t see that I was the reason we were there… but, I did have way more than I should have to drink…,” Sam continued. 

“The only thing I remembered was how she felt… not her face, not anything else… and … I just couldn't get over how peaceful and content she looked… It made me feel like…,” Sam sighs deeply, “Like she was meant to be mine… I just wish I could say that I would have approached her sober… I’m just unsure of myself these days… Anyway, I have to go… Put the word out for me?”

Jay nods, “Sure thing, Sam.” As he leaves, Sam sees another Zeta Psi member waving him down. He explains what happens to Sam to his disbelief... Now realizing that things were much worse than he could imagine.

Sam asked him to call around to see if anyone knew her name, and to help protect her reputation. He of all people knew what the rumor mill could do to a person. So did Jay... so why did he lie to his best friend to his face...

Calls were placed, but to no luck. They would just have to see is they would come across her again on campus, or if she would be brave enough to attend another party that they held.

To Sam’s regret, no one had ever bothered to find out who she was prior to this particular incident. They would do everything they could to identify her for him. This jeopardized the Frat House and Sam...

(Upcoming fics will complete this look at the worst case of deja vu... she only had to have a repeat of this type of incident happen to upset her Princeton world even more.... stay tuned. Thanks for reading!)

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Fighting Temptations...

(TNA Fanfic)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: approx. 1535

Warnings/Triggers: Death, depression,

After the painful sight of Alina’s death, Sam went on a downward spiral. His actions from that point forward led to excessive alcohol abuse. He wasn't even aware of the amount that he would consume daily.

He had come to rely on his meetings with Dahlia more often than she’d expected. So much so, that he was beginning to suck her into his depression. She was losing sight of herself trying to help him escape this loop that he’d become enslaved in.

She never imagined that her revenge would push him to this level. She was so consumed with a hatred for him, that she didn’t even think of the collateral damage her actions would cause. Being in Sam’s presence was forcing her reality to take hold of her sanity.

She’d been the cause of this… and indirectly the cause of Alina’s death. She’d recently sent a picture to Alina. The sight had Alina questioning how well she even knew her husband. 

Sam had been so loving and, although Dalton Enterprises was monopolizing his life, he was always trying to be the man she’d fallen so deeply in love with.

But Alina was gone now, and after having been forced into rehab as her condition for taking him back, along with a serious commitment, he had to pull his life together. He wouldn’t lose her, too.

--------------------------------

Sam hired Tyrese to perform “Sweet Lady”  for his proposal … Down on his own persuasive measures since she’d left when he was most vulnerable, he figured that added touch would give him time to work his courage up to take on her denial, should this strong minded woman actually allow his entertainment.

He knew that she’d mentioned loving Tyrese’s sensual voice… She’d at least focus on the words of his song… Knowing her wit, she’d pick up quite quickly on the words meaning on this night.

She’d warned Sam that if he wasn’t contacting her with a marriage proposal, she couldn’t entertain their former patterns. He’d driven her to lust and he knew it. But she’d been able to resist his charms in the end. Whiskey and bourbon were his “new orgy” as Dahlia had put it.

He’d express that underneath the pain, he’d actually fallen in love with her. Heartbroken at the words, knowing that she’d expected a totally different conversation to result from the photo she’d sent to Alina just before her demise. She becomes enraged and her persona immediately shifts to borderline girl interrupted behavior …

“You’re professing love for ME, Sam… While GRIEVING over your TRUE LOVE ??? DO YOU FUCKING EVEN HEAR YOUR WORDS RIGHT NOW ??”

Sam flinches back in absolute confusion… “You’re telling me that I CAN’T love you, too? After every time you came to my rescue … you were ALWAYS there, Lia!! How can you expect me not to grieve? But I have to move on, and I NEED YOU to do that, Lia!” But Dahlia isn’t prepared for this turn of events.

“Sam, I ..,” tears flowing heavily, “I can’t. There are things I have d- …” Sam interrupts here with a heated kiss that draws her from the ground resting only on her tiptoes … a kiss that draws every ounce of desire … that forces her to acknowledge … her love …

When he releases her, she whispers, “Love you, too…” Momentarily stunned, she allows him to kiss her more fervently, backing her against the wall … His hand groping her meaty core, his tongue racing against her neck, against her shoulder, until he swiftly drops to her center to kiss what has drawn him to her fully.

The inhale at his touch floods her with an adrenaline that she can’t resist. She wants him … She needs him … She craves him … “Yesss, Sam,” is the delicate whisper that escapes her lips as she bites down, letting the rush consume her…

“NO!”

She pushes Sam away, but he is not giving in… He holds her firmly, pulling her into his tongue thrusts … into his finger strokes … into his teething graze of her core … He growls his hunger loudly, letting her know he has seized his prey and won’t give without her trembling release …

His animalistic nature returns… his former self coming along with it … She has become his tether to reality… Her reluctance only fuels him more. 

He pulls her to the floor, laying his weight upon her as he grinds against her, “Tell me you DON’T want me Lia… TELL ME !!!,” he demands with firmness… “You CAN’T !!,” are the last words spoken as he tears away her clothing … tears away her control … devouring her moans with his aggressive kisses, sliding her thong to the side and thrusting his hardened length into her … loving her with a roughness as if punishing her for ever thinking of walking away from him …

Tonight, he will stake his claim on her heart … he will offer all of himself with each thrust, building into a powerful hammering that leaves them both convulsing with release …

As Sam lays atop her frame, she lays silently tears flowing uncontrollably … How can she love this man … after the things he’d caused her to endure … the personality changes, the … the … all thoughts end as he lifts to kiss her again … Oh damn, I can’t resist … round two is always better than the first … and with that, she is sucked in again … this time, she gives her all … because this time … this time has to be her last … but how?

“Dammit, Sam…,” is the last of her thoughts as his sex takes hold of her soul.

 After he had fully put his mark of ownership on Dahlia’s body, after she’d clawed her last orgasm on his back … he lifted her like a weightless doll, and carried her to the bed, so spoon the night away with her in his loving hold… 

Morning comes, and Sam kisses her, “Good morning, Lia. Do you forgive me for last night??” She stares into his eyes, the biggest smile of pleasure shown on her face, “Mmmhmm, forgiven.”

“Good, cause you know I never miss breakfast.”

“But, I’m sore, Sam …”

He places a finger over her lips … “I’ve got you, Lia.”

And with that, she convinces herself that this will be the final time…

“Damn, girl … I love you! You’re so damned sexy,” he growls, before giving her the most sensual and gentle love making she’s ever experienced … She now knew that he’d truly committed himself to her.

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Freddy Jackson’s “Tasty Love” is the song he belts from the shower … Dahlia can’t help but smile … “Damn, I LOVE HIM…” But the smile quickly fades as she sees the notification on Sam’s phone over on the nightstand.

“Sam, we need to talk, NOW !!!” {sender T.B.O.P .eggplant kitty emojis…}

She gets a clench in her chest … TBOP, TBOP … until she understands the acronym to be The Boys of Princeton… And just like that, her horrors flood back to mind, reaching an anxiety level beyond control. She can’t keep hold of her sanity … 

She looks towards the direction of the shower, but Sam is still in his feelings, now belting lyrics to “Just a Touch Away” by Freddie Jackson. Water drops in heavy sounds, signifying that he is still mid cleanse … “LOVE IS JUST, JUST A SIMPLE TOUCH …,” are the words he’s crooning out.

She darts for her outer clothing strewn near the door … not taking the time to fully dress … noting that Sam had literally torn her clothes off of her, she looks around frantically … As she spots his suit shirt, she hurriedly takes, grabbing her clutch and shoes…

Rushing as fast as she can, buttoning the last button, she reaches for the door handle … “I owe him a goodbye at least …” 

Knowing that she can’t leave if he is face to face, she scribbles a quick note …  “I love you, but I can’t do this Sam.” Sealed with a lip imprint, a final kiss of crimson, she drops the note near his phone, and slips out of his life …  Her plan… never look back …

Sam emerges into the bedroom, backside winding in a nasty grind … his playful side of love … only to spin around to an empty room… “Lia?”

“Hmm, morning game play, huh? Okay, okay… Let me just check the time, see if I can make this happen for her…,” his happy thoughts searching for today’s game … until he reaches for his phone, hearing the notification … “What’s this, she’s such a tease … OH !?!”

Disappointment immediately settles in, but the notification comes again … 

“Dalton, we need to get together … You owe us still,” is the last of the messages received. Scrolling further, he then reads the messages all of the way through angrily … His eyes flitting between his phone and Lia’s note …

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Love, Cupid Hates Me...

Warnings: Explicit Music Lyrics (I do not own), otherwise funny and awkward attempt as not spending this Lover’s Holiday alone...

Rating: General Audience

Pairings: None

Word Count: Short so I didn’t even bother with counting... IJBH...

Dahlia hates Valentines Day... all the displays of affection, and she is on an “I Hate Men” trip. Every since she started this plot to get revenge on Sam, she has been slowly falling in love with him. No matter how much she tells herself that she hates him.

She was at the campus’ Communications Broadcasting Center when this happened...

That damned cupid bug just won’t stop biting her like a damned pest. He makes all the young girls believe all of the hoopla about opening their hearts up to the possibilities of lasting love.

She is joined by a random male, Eric Laughslim, who claims he just wanted to sit next to a friendly face from class... Not five minutes later, he’s asking for a phone number...

This guy just comes on way too strong... He’s cute, but I am looking for some triad arrangement here...

Just let me serenade you a lil’ bit... You’ll get it, then... {explicit lyrics...}

Truth be told, they were all just after the Kitty...

Valentines’ Day... The day of romantic dates, lost virginity, sappy proposals, but for Dahlia, she was on a hunt to put Cupid out of his misery.

That damned cupid... He is so dead if I ever see him again!

Has anybody seen that DAMNED CUPID?

Why does this boy have no game???? It’s times like this is when I HATE LOVE/LUST !!!

The problem here is your attitude.

Maybe, just maybe... he isn’t like the others...

I let him sit down... even tried a little convo, ya know... but what came next?

“Are you looking to get some “strange” tonight? Looks like you’re alone... I’m alone... Word on campus is...”

Pump yo brakes you horn-dog....

How did you think it was okay to just show up at my room, I literally ran from you earlier? What about that was not clear? {Door slams in face}

Dahlia’s reasons for hating love:

But always Kill ‘Em With Kindness... Best Advice I can give...

``` But, Happy Valentine’s Day to those who actually enjoy it! ```

Just adding a bit of humor to the occasion for those who aren’t really feeling it in 2021...

#i officially hate valentine's day #BUMP LOVE !!! #@aussieez #@pixie88 #@ezekielbhandarivellos #@shewillreadyou #@khoicesbyk #@nikki-2406 #@red-rookie #@princess-geek #@Becoming Mrs. Dalton #@txemrn #@satchellawndmakin #@gif #@thefrenchiemama #@the nanny affair #@Dahlia Schuyler #@aisza #@beardedpartyeggsflower

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Baiting the Trap for a Big Fish...

Grandma Addie always said, “You may never know who the true rat is, but you can always tell a rat by the bait it always goes for...” Okay, grandma... laying more traps... Let’s see how many more are set off... and if I catch the same rat every time...

------- Lighting Fires and Putting Them Out ----------

Sam had a P.R. nightmare on his hands. He’d climbed into the public eye with respect and grace. Known to the Biotech Industry as a genius like none other in his time. 

Someone had leaked photos, very convincing photos, to the most heinous Tabloids for celebrity scandal. There he was… his gorgeously cut bod, splayed underneath this brown skinned figure… His mouth buried in her sacred parts… her frame straddling his… His hands gripping her breasts coupled with hers … and then, that drunken smile… although to the world, he  appeared as drunken pleasure from the enjoyment of his wild night.

Yes, he was thrown! Immediately seeking out the poison that caused this dilemma in the first place. He quickly threw cubes of ice in the glass, dousing it with the expensive bourbon, taking almost the full glass in one gulp.

The buzzer sounded on his desk phone, his secretary’s nervous voice coming over the speaker. “Umm, Mr. Dalton, your wife is here. Should I?... Mrs. Dalton, please… I’m just doing my job…” her voice fades…

Sam quickly moves to the door, opening it to find his wife leaning over the secretary’s desk holding her shirt collar tightly in her grip… Alina scowling in the secretary’s face, furiously flushed a deep shade of red… trembling with a brief hesitation before she shoves her back into the desk chair… noting Sam standing at the desk’s edge.

He looks desperate, but attempts to guide her into his office without further display. She aggressively dismisses his touch, almost knocking him backwards. He cowardly follows her into the office… blankly trying to formulate cautious words to explain how this could possibly be… Truth be told, he was flabbergasted at the authenticity of the photos… But he’d never do this… and especially not in a way that something like this could ever occur.

Alina spins on him, unable to contain her emotion.Wiping the blood away from his lips, he quickly takes hold of her, locking her arms under his, forcing her still. ALINA !!!

Don’t you dare try to fucking deny this! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU !!!!

Tears immediately flow from Sam’s face. He’s never witnessed this side of his gentle wife. Completely torn from his element, he shifts to business mode. Quickly addressing the media scandal. Alina sucks in her breath so deeply that it immediately quiets Sam’s voice.

DO I GIVE A DAMN ABOUT THE IMAGE OF THIS FUCKING COMPANY ?!?!?!?

Sam becomes frozen… realizing the timer has run out and this is going to escalate fast. He pulls Alina to the desk chair, forcing her onto his lap. Holding onto her as if she’d leave and never look back. She’d slipped over that thin line of love into pure hatred … faltering to the extreme anger and trembling, exhaustion taking over.

She calmly asks through tears, “Just … why?” After I have my answer, the twins and I will be leaving Sam… I’ve contacted my sister, and she will be taking over my role in Dalton Enterprises affairs. Not officially, but as a liaison covering my interests. Sofia is more than capable, I’m sure you can agree.

Sam moves to plead, but the rage that he sees in her storming eyes lets him know that she’s made her unchangeable decision. He will just have to disprove this… It was his only chance…

“Alina, this is not true!,” he mutters out.

She knew he’d deny it. She slams her cellular against his chest, and tells him to view her latest Facebook message. Someone she’d absentmindedly accepted had sent her a video that shook Sam to his core.

His only response… JAW DROP!

Sam, as of right now, I am considering myself single AF. She peels herself from his grip… wipes away her tears, and struts out of his office without a look back.

Sam knows that he was in over his head at this point… Just as his senses returned and as he was going to chase Alina for one more chance to explain the unexplainable  … Mason, Sr. appeared before him.

Sit Your Ass Back Down! NOW!!!

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Collateral Beauty... Final Goodbyes

(crossover between TNA and TRR)

Rating: General

Word Count: approx 1,235

Warnings/Triggers: Death, confusion, sadness, anxiety/nervousness

Vivian arrives on scene, and immediately falls into despair. Robin appears beside her, bracing her before she fully collapses. The amount of damage before her eyes causes her desperate search for anyone that would be in high enough rank to give her the immediate condition of her son.

Being in a much calmer state, not really sure of why she has had him meet her at this location, Robin asks the necessary questions that Vivian is unable to due to her frantic state. When he learns that it is Alina’s body that they are trying to retrieve from the wreckage, he almost loses his own composure.

The Coroner approaches them, seeing that the officer is failing to properly assist with their questioning. She explains that Sam is in an ambulance for observation. Vivian asks if she can see him, and is led over by nervous Robin.

“Where is dad, mom?” She ignores his question, as the answer is the same as it always is, and she knows that Robin is already aware that he couldn’t pull himself from the office. Understanding the severity of the situation as they reach the back of the ambulance.

Sam had gone into shock and they were attempting to calm him down when he collapsed. The paramedic constantly calls Sam’s name, in hopes of arousing him, and checks his vitals. Sam manages to come to consciousness before Vivian is allowed access to the ambulance.

He requested to leave the ambulance, which they were reluctant to allow, but it was his right. When they hear banging on the doors, the EMT opens it thinking maybe the police have more questions for Sam.

To his surprise, Robin appears. “What’s going on ... Robin..? Why am I in this ambulance?” Robin asks the paramedic if it is safe for them to take Sam with them, and he agrees, but strongly suggests follow up care.

They make their way over to Vivian’s car, Sam and Robin taking the back seat. As Robin explains the parts that he knows, Sam slowly comes to full realization, still unable to believe what has happened. His mind chooses denial as its self protective mechanism. His mom sits in the front seat, silently grieving for their loss and her son’s mentality, tears flowing uncontrollably. She realizes that not only have the twins lost their mother, but their father to some extent. He won’t be in any condition to care for them now for certain.

 It is clear that Sam has been drinking, and should never be behind the wheel. Robin exits the vehicle to ask the investigating officer if it is safe to leave the scene with Sam, explaining his devastation and need to leave this area for his sanity. Taking contact information, he returns to the car.

“I need your keys, mom will drive you and I will follow close behind in your car. You’re in no condition to drive, Sammy. The officer has cleared us to leave, but mom, are you sure you are okay to drive. I think it’s best if we go to your place mom. He can’t be alone.”

Vivian composes herself, but constantly checks her rear view mirror, taking in her son’s broken state, her heart crumbling more with each look. She also sees the headlights of Sam’s vehicle, assuring her that Robin is close behind.

Now having images of the night’s events flash through his mind, he slowly begins to unravel. His torment taking hold of his every fiber of being, he folds to a fetal position, crying out for Alina as it he can stop time in his vision, reversing the permanent damage of his every action, his every failure, his every moment spent apart from the only person who had seen him fully and reciprocated his love in a way he thought would never be possible.

Vivian accelerates to an almost unsafe speed, hazards flashing. She can’t bear the thought of not being able to console her broken son. She needs to get him into the safety of her home. She places a call for the doctor to meet her with a sedative, knowing he won’t survive the night without it...

    ---------------- Looking past the Damage -----------------------

Madeline knocks insistently on the doors to King Liam’s private study, where he has asked to be left undisturbed. Ignoring the lack of acknowledgement to her apparent “urgent need”, she enters with a light whisper, “Liam...,  I have something here that commands that I disregard your request to be left to your solace.”

Growling with profuse anger, he half turns in address to her presence, “WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE SO URGENT AS TO DISREGARD MY REQUEST ?!!!!?”

Trembling, Madeline moves forward to greet this sorrowful King. “Humbly speaking, you have received a correspondence that requires your immediate action...” Liam turns fully to allow Madeline to feel the searing anger he is currently feeling, having absolutely nothing to do with this disturbance. 

Uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on the edge of his desk from the massive chair that once belonged to King Father Constantine Rhys, his muscular frame holding the most intimidating posture, he pounds his fist hard on the top of the oak desk from the Louis XV period, not having any respect for its historic value. His mind wracked with pressing matters of the Crown, second to that of his fraught Queen.

“Madeline, if this is not as important as you say, on my mother’s honor, I will bring wrath upon you so fier…”

“HIS MAJESTY !!!,” she impresses, and then quickly composes for a more respectful tone. “Please… I would not impose otherwise,” she states with a stern look of sincerity prior to dropping her head, unable to endure the brokenness of the once solemn monarch. She offers the correspondence, which he snatches from her delicate hands with haste.

“This could be the solution to what we all have been praying for…” she timidly offers.

“FETCH BERTRAM AND BASTIEN IMMEDIATELY !!!!”

As Madeline scurries from the room, Liam places a call… “Brother, I need you. How soon can you arrive?”

---------------- Urgent Official Correspondence --------------

From the U.S. Embassy: (official seal)

Cordonian Courier Express

From the Offices of 

BerkmanBottger Newman & Schein, LLP

521 5TH Ave, New York, NY 10175

King Rhys, His Majesty,

On Behalf of our client, Mrs. Alina Russo-Dalton, we regretfully write to you as part of the finalization of the Estate & Property of said client. 

Please accept our humblest apologies if this correspondence has reached you prior to being informed of her demise. Our office sends its warmest condolences and empathy to the family and friends of our client. It was her wish that this be executed immediately without fail.

Your attention is promptly required as a named benefactor in her petition for the probate of her Last Will and Testament. Please contact our offices at your earliest convenience @ [phone].

His Majesty, this is a highly time sensitive matter. We cannot stress its importance enough. 

Please see the enclosed letter and sealed artifact and official amended documents requested to be presented to you along with the correspondence for your prompt handling.

We look forward to hearing from your court, or His Majesty,  at your urgency for immediate response.

Sincerest Regards,

BerkmanBottger Newman & Schein, LLP

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Collateral Beauty... Look at the Damage...

(TNA fanfic)

Rating: Always Explicit (just in case, may not include)

Word count: approx  1080

Warnings/Triggers: Character death, anxiety, despair, trauma, alcoholism, sadness, possible explicit music lyrics... (I do not own pics/gifs/music used in this fic.)

Alina sees that Sam has caught sight of her direction, so she frantically attempts to lose him, making last minute turns that were way too close to flipping her own vehicle. It would only give her a few minutes ahead at best. Sam was an expert driver, having obtained his racing license in younger years as an adrenaline junkie.

Both accelerate at dangerously high speeds. After a few blocks, Sam finally gets the opportunity to make his move, so he takes the chance. Alina sees his bumper close in her side mirror as he attempts to pull alongside her, his focus now on the passenger window making sure that he has let it down to the right level. absentmindedly forgetting his closeness and speed. He clips the back panel of her driver's side, sending her car into an uncontrollable spin in the rain as she hydroplanes out of control.

Sam is in total despair as the accident unfolds before him in the worst place possible at the worst time possible... Alina turned the wheel frantically in an attempt to gain control and looked back to see if she saw Sam's car still, not realizing the speed she had accelerated to, and when she turned around at hearing the blares of the horn just seconds before …

It was too late for her to react... The subway train had no time to stop… There was only the sound of metal crashing against metal with the train’s brake squeals as the horns blare came to an end.

Sam’s worst nightmare plays before his eyes, with absolutely no control over the situation. The force of the impact between their cars had caused her to swerve over the railroad tracks, through the warning arm. He manages to gain control of his Maserati crossover just before watching the woman he’d love so freely and faithfully meet her demise.

Sam’s drunken cries could be heard echoing through the air as he unraveled in a matter of seconds. Feeling like death had claimed him as well, he ignored the incoming call to his vehicle.

The OnStar crash system triggered an automatic emergency assistance response. This alert was also sent to Vivian Dalton, as she was listed as his emergency contact once the divorce summons had been served to him. Panicked, she calls Sam, receiving no answer or reply. She immediately leaves for the accident location transmitted to her at the time of the collision. En route, she receives the follow up call from the OnStar service team.

~~~ Leaving Black Swan Lane ~~~

Valentine’s Day provided Dahlia with the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about Sam’s wife. She just could not understand why Sam just couldn’t seem to see past his love for Alina, even after she filed for dissolution of their marriage... He was drinking himself into nonexistence...

What she was curious about, is how did Sam end up in a threesome with her and his wife. Which of the two had he followed their? Did he know who he was with all along? Did they attend the exclusive club together... Her mind raced with questions... of which she was sure she would never have the answer.

After sitting in her car for over an hour, pondering over the night’s activities, she couldn’t fathom how she ended up sleeping with both Sam and Alina in the same night. Granted, it was one of the most invigorating nights she has experienced in the XXX Members Only Club, seeking the fulfillment in a stranger’s touch, but feeling genuine emotion for them both.

She promptly called her sister, needing to hear a voice of reason...

Unable to reach her, which she half expected, she makes the slow drive away from the club... truthfully, hoping to see Sam again... curious to his state of mind and wishing she could spend the night in his arms, although she is sure that he won’t want to see her on this night... it would probably prove to be too conflicting... wanting to lie in Alina’s arms while settling on hers... She wasn’t even sure that she would want to ruin tonight’s memories.

This certainly had  been a Valentine’s Day to remember...

She thinks back to her first night with Sam. His behavior must have been so extreme for his driver Carter to have just trusted her. She thinks over the drunken nights that she was able to lure him to her room from the upstairs bar of the Standard Hotel. She even thought of how he had even begun to text her for a random rendezvous on occasion.

She thought of just how little he looked past his own selfish needs, using her for her sex as a comfort. She realized that even in her revenge, she’d developed undeniable love for an addict... An addict of her sex... an addict of alcohol and who knows what else... and addict for his wife, Alina... and an addict of never losing...

The fact that he could not win his wife back had driven Sam damned near insane. His addictions were pulling Dahlia towards despair along with him. She could no longer control the rage in her that was building intensely.

That’s when she had a flash of the most sinister plan come to mind. He wanted his precious Alina so badly that he could just treat others any type of way to ease the pain Alina was causing him... sure, she could admit that she was the catalyst to his downward spiral, but even that didn’t justify how he had no concern over what their meetings affected her... Was he just accustomed to treating women this way?

Then her mind flashes back to the days of humiliation at Princeton... Her tears now leaving white trails through her makeup, she has a slight mental break. She begins to hallucinate, not realizing that the time released pill she’d been given before was now starting to have unsafe effects on her ability to decipher reality from delusion.

She contacts Luca via encrypted messaging asking that he have “The Handler” contact her for a job she needed handled tonight. She would pay his price for expedited services without question once the invoice was received. As the sinister plot formed, she laid her plan of action in place.

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Penance for harmful acts …

word count: 2400 approx

rating: Mature/Explicit

Pairings: Jay C. Hunt X Dahlia Schuyler

Triggers: mistaken identity, anxiety, drunkenness

A TNA fanfic

Dahlia had successfully destroyed Sam’s marriage. She had sent a message to Alina Dalton that she knew would push her emotions over the edge. 

During the ‘random’ meetings with Sam during his inebriated state, he had come to be comfortable around her. Even though they had never exchanged names, except for their last time in each other’s company before he learned of his wife’s deception, she was a familiar face … a gorgeous pair of ears that didn’t mind listening to a drunken man’s rants.

He had told her about his father’s mannerisms... how kind his mother was ... how his brother Robin had tried to have an affair with every female that he had ever cared about in any serious way … She had been so easy to talk to, never showing any judgement on the parts of her face that would come into focus for him …  The things that always made her familiar to him were her delicate eyes and innocent smile, her soft laughter and beautiful curvature of her cheeks as she did, her exceptional body… (even a blind man could appreciate this woman) and she always smelled of peach and freesia lotion. He’d always ask her if she was a Georgia Peach, and she’d reply, “The sweetest of the sweetest, and you’d better believe it.”

Of course, she wasn’t from Georgia. But what harm could allowing him to believe so cause? It had become their usual greeting. Her nickname was ‘GA Peach’, and his nickname was ‘Sexy Drunk’ … He’d just chuckle at her words. Hell, each time she approached, he was indeed drunk, so he gave no argument … and low key, he was glad someone could find him sexy in that state, or any state for that matter. 

His wife had really done a number on his self esteem, and with him now being on suspension from Dalton Enterprises, he was free to screw up as much as he liked. He was on a six month mandatory leave, and an extended one if he didn’t get the “proper treatment” his father demanded of him. He would sometimes joke with Dahlia that maybe she was the proper treatment that he needed. 

What she found strange is that he never seemed to be sore after their “forgotten proper treatments”, or how he could never remember her touch or anything related to her. But then her mind takes her back to Princeton. One day, she will gain the nerve to question him about his college days … leading toward his love interests during that time … But, of course, ‘Dirty Dalton’ wouldn’t have any tales of love from that time. He had proved to be as much of a low life as the rumor mill portrayed him to be, if not worse.

He had found out that her name was “Lia” because she had accidentally answered her phone, trying to silence the ringing. Not only did she answer it, she had pressed the speakerphone while trying to hurriedly put it in her clutch. She couldn’t end the call fast enough … Her mother’s voice rang out, “Lia?… Lia did you answer, or is this the voice mail? Why haven’t we heard from you?”

“S-So … my Georgia Peach has a real n-name… Lee - aahhh?” She couldn’t hide it any longer… but before she could confirm, he interrupted with, “S-Sam … I … that’s umm-meeeee. S-See, S-Sexy Dr-Drunk hassss name too...” Shaking her head, but smiling at his adorable slurring, she said, “Very nice to finally have the name of my Sexy Drunk, Sam.”

 “W-Well, if ..if um your s-sexy drunk … c-can I f-finally taste my peach?” And with that, she led him away from the bar … to her great pleasure that she was becoming madly addicted to.

---- Their last Princeton moment----

So last time we were at the Celeb Zeta Psi Grad Bash, Dahlia and Jay shared their first intimate moment. Things seemed to be picture perfect, right...

Dahlia, dazed and wanting more of Jay, couldn't stop reliving the moment over and over in her mind. She boldly asks for a second round. Anticipating it to be more exciting than the first round, as she now knew exactly what she'd be attempting to handle.

They move back to the room, where Jay excuses himself for hydration that they would definitely need later. Round two was going to be one hell of a ride, and he knew her throat would parch from her love sounds, she may even need some pain killers for the love faces she would be making, and the treatment he planned to give.

As he walks into the downstairs kitchen, his smile becoming bright enough to put the full moon's light to shame, he is distracted by his frat brothers as they dap him up for his earlier performance. One more persistent than the rest to find out her name. Jay absolutely refuses this information, and mildly threatens anyone attempting to try her for themselves.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Dahlia hears footsteps approach the door, and watches the door knob slowly turn. Excitedly anticipating his entry, forgetting all about the fact that his hands should be full, she flips the lights off, and grabs his wrist as he enters the door. She immediately begins her kittenish play, rubbing against his frame, feeling against his chiseled abdomen as she moves to unfasten his pants.

Her plan is to give him the best lap dance of his life... of course it would be a sexual dance, her sliding down on his perfect erection, coating him in her excitement ... him, moving as she moves, giving that buck she longed to feel... grinding on one another until they both explode together, giving moans that make each other convulse in pleasure.

She can't wait to feel the warmth of his muscular body providing that tantalizing friction with her own. To feel him taste her, touch her most sensitive places... to make her feel like they are the only two in existence ... inhaling every part of him, and him claiming every part of her.

Now straddling him, licking along every beautiful feature within her tongue's reach, she whispers against his neck before sucking her claiming mark, "Once I have taken all of this beautiful dick inside of me, take my hips and guide me into the pattern you desire, and I will take control from there. If possible, don't even move." She presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder, moving inward until capturing his taut skin in the most stimulating suckle, causing his nails to dig into her sides before he realizes and quickly grips her ass instead, lifting her into the steady bounce that has him stiffening even more as he feels her softness around him, her warm center turning to fever, and a steady arousal being felt with every sensual thrust. Once she takes his lead, she pins his thighs with the fronts of her feet, and provides the slow but lengthy rhythm he desires... slowly gliding from base to tip, allowing the pleasant stretch to take her adrenaline higher.

She takes hold of the armrest, leaning back to pile drive him into a forced release that would warm throughout her chest from the pressure. She had just decided not to rush his desire, moving in slow circular patterns, driving him deep against the base of her frame, gasping at the stimulation, the grip of his hands, the pulsing sense of satisfaction...

So overwhelmed with desire to feel and be felt, she never noticed the subtle differences, the instant quiet, the lack of cocky boasting of what he plans to make her feel... it isn't until the door opens, and the man she thought she was bouncing against in the most erotic fashion walks in.

Sheer panic settling in before realization finally takes over. She turns to look angry, confused, pleasured, lost ... Needing answers, not sure of what they will mean once heard ... totally unsure of what to think or feel...

--- His pov---

He was taken by surprise... she proved to be more than he'd ever expected. Enjoying her sexuality for herself, not to prove anything to anyone... not simply choosing him to be the next trophy that she would mount. She was seeking something ... higher ...  No judgement, but total freedom, total connection, total ecstasy ... passion without limitation... and it excited him more than he'd ever admit. She was his match and total opposite rolled into a very sensual package that he would never want out of his system.

He wanted to moan, to belt out her name in desire, to beg her for more, to beg her never to let go of him... but he couldn't ... she would immediately recognize the deception for other than it's truth... He'd never intended for this to happen, but he couldn't resist another chance to have her, to touch or taste her... Never once did he think of how this could end... would end ...  Oh, damn... she feels better than I remember, better than I could have imagined... How can I make this right... I should never have ... "Sh-Shiii..." Oh fuck, I don't want to cum... this can't end yet... I may not make it past this moment... she is going to make me say her name...

Raggedly exhaling and inhaling, trying every attempt to maintain control, he slips... "It's mmmm ...", but she never hears him as she is stunned to reality as the lights come on ... she hears Jay yell out, "WHAT? THE FUCK ???"... And then she sees the rage... he storms across the room after throwing everything in his hands, fists clenched, nostrils flared, teeth gritted between tightly pursed lips... and then she is ripped from him, screaming... crying... absolutely ... morbidly... thrown back to her first memories of shame...

--- End of his pov---

She screams in total fear... "SAM !!!!!! JAY, NO !!!!!!!" She scrambles to cover herself as a total repeat of last episode begins to unfold... Except this time, there would be a fight to the death, with the same onlookers from before in a flurried attempt to separate the two before police or paramedics have to be called.

Dressing as she fled, she runs out of the party, tears blocking her vision as she covers her mouth to attempt some disguise as she makes her escape... She barrels into Sabrina, who looks at her mockingly, which provides even further confusion.

She makes her way out to the entrance, no one the wiser until she hears Sam screaming out for her to wait, then hearing Jay scream out for him to stay the hell away from her... the frat guys from before giving chase, pissed at their failed attempts to keep this chaos inside, attempting to subdue at least one of them to diffuse the situation.

They eventually all tackle Jay who is the closest, but he puts up one hell of a fight, pushing them all to using their full strengths to hold him down until they can drag him back inside.

Meanwhile... Sam catches up to Dahlia, not able to gently call her name, because he still has yet to learn it... so he decides to gently grab her shoulder...

Panicked, she turns to look into his eyes, just before turning around and sprinting directly into the hood of an oncoming car... unable to stop due to her momentum... Sam, unable to catch her and pull her back without harm... horn blaring pressed by the driver as he tries to brake...

She rolls from the windshield onto the passenger side, still... She can hear Sam's voice, and the frantic voice of the stranger behind the wheel, then she hears Jay's screams, yelling questions to Sam and the driver, "WHAT DID YOU DO? WHAT DID YOU DO????"

Then... murmured voices ... throbbing pain... and a few minutes later she was being jostled about as they rushed her to the infirmary... afraid to wait for an ambulance.

She had lost consciousness during their rush to get her help...

Jay turns to Sam, asking, "Why would you do this to her?"... Sam says nothing, not wanting another altercation, silently fearing for her life... How could this have gone so wrong?

Both take out their cellulars and start placing calls... someone would need to help them both through this, and save the Zeta Psi Frat House from involvement ...

--------- An unforeseen change at Dalton Enterprises ----------

Mason, Sr had come to see Sam, not to ask his side of the situation... automatically believing the truth of the accusations.

Sam knew better than to attempt speaking when his father was in this mood. He sat down and prepared for things to continue unraveling.

Your mother and I put our all into building this company into a reputable and respected force. We've sacrificed so much personally to make sure we were able to leave you, and your brother, a legacy that one day you'd pass on to future generations of Daltons.

Robin doesn't have the public's eye in the way that you do. He's never sought the limelight with justifiable cause. His behavior would cause a negative light to be cast. But at least he uses his smarts to full advantage.

Sam, son... I hate to have to do this, but your continued disregard for your family, and the business, warrants this action. You are on administrative leave as of now. Your brother will assume your role. We will revisit your return after you have completed six months of rehab with documented sobriety. This was not a light decision, son. You forced my hand.

Fury spans Sam's face. He remains silent, now curious about how this would cause his father to act in this extreme way. Mason, Sr. never felt a need to fully justify any choice he made for the "good of the company". This was all that he would divulge.

Calm, but his insides twisting with an unfathomable rage, Sam collects his personal effects and starts to leave for the parking garage. As he passes by, his father shows a brief look of remorse, knowing that this may push Sam even further down this negative spiral.

Taking his exit, Sam overhears Robin's voice, "Yeah dad, I'm free now... Sure, I can come to Sam's office." Sam quickens his pace, not wanting to face Robin's cocky nature at this point... He would not be able to contain himself, and he didn't need things to get any worse... or, at least, he would not complicate things further for himself.

I love it when a plan unfolds how I planned it... Hmm... what next?

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Bed him... check... Let’s set the Trap...

Trap set... But by whom exactly?

Remember this guy... Yeah, it’s Jay... This was my boo right here... I guess it’s time we had a little talk about things... I’ve calmed down enough, at least I think that I have ...

TNA Fanfic

Pairing: Jay Christopher X Dahlia Schuyler

Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)

Additional Characters:  Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned) , Robin Flores

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  ADULT CONTENT!!!!

Triggers: unexpected sexual partner, explicit music lyrics

Word Count:  1000+ approx.

(I do not own the music/GIFs/Pics used in this fan fiction.)

But First... back to this Celeb Zeta Psi party...

Okay, I knew Jay was cocky, but I just LOVE how he backs his words up... DAAAAYYYUUUUMMMM... Bae put it down! I think I am in love...

Yes... these two new friends were named Bill (because he said B.o.B was getting way too much credit for orgasms and Jesus (because his oral would have you calling for Jesus, or his father, God). I warned you, Jay is cocky... but with damned good reason... Inhale... Exhale... Just.... WOW!

She had fallen for Jay so deeply after just one night under his touch... feeling like a brand new woman and shit.. Forgetting the past events that took place here... Healing, indeed.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of him... her mind replaying the prior attention he’d given her body. They had returned to the party, but for Dahlia... everything was now happening in slow motion... she could only vaguely hear the music around her as Jay smiled through the crowd... giving a chin up nod to someone Dahlia was totally oblivious too. After their dance, Jay excused himself for a moment.

Dazed, she just said, “Oh, okay Bae... I’ll just be right here.” Thank goodness for Jenny running up to talk excitedly, or that would have told him unavoidably that he had Dahlia hook, line, and yes... he had definitely sunk her.

“Girl, where the hell have you been?”

“Becoming a woman...” Jen just looked at Dahlia as if she had suddenly sprouted four heads or something... “Girl, what is that even supposed to mean?... But anyway, did you get a good look at that hottie I was grinding with?”...  “I don’t know him, it’s my first time seeing him on campus... Why, what’s up?”

“He said that he was a friend of Sam’s ...” Before Jenny can finish her sentence, Dahlia cuts her off... “No, Jen... I can’t think of him ever again... Things, well... things have changed. I just can’t talk about it right now. Jay is heading back this way. Are you good, though? I might disappear for a bit, but we can ride home together.”

“Nah, girl... That was the other thing I was going to tell you... I’m kinda leaving with him... I’ll drop a pin, so that if I don’t come to rehearsal tomorrow, you will know my last location... but I’m feeling promiscuous tonight. We have to talk about what I learned though, but tomorrow then, promise me..”

Promises made, Jenny leaves just as Jay returns. He leans in, pressing his face at the back of Dahlia’s ear, “Want round two?” Her eyebrow twitch and right cheeked smile is a tell all. He leads her back to the room that new memories have been made in, erasing the old. “Are these bed coverings new? I could swear they were a different color...? Um, ignore me... I guess I’m just anxious.”

Just then “Whisper” by Ying Yang Twins begins to play.

He tells her that he will be right back, he is going to get something to hydrate them later, promising that she will appreciate it later. She isn’t quite sure how much time passes, but in her excitement, she strips down, figuring that he’s wasted enough time... She wants him upon entering that door.

Soon, she hears footsteps approaching the door. She turns the lights out, wanting to take control of this round... Anxiety begins to take over as she thinks of exactly what she plans to do to him. With a devilish grin, she stands against the door watching the knob turn.

As she watches his  silhouette enter the door, she promptly closes it, approaching him. She takes his hands and guides him to the corner chair. She pushes him into the chair, straddling him while lifting his shirt over his head. A gentle moan is the only sound heard other than the continuous music wafting throughout the house.

She unzips his pants, then runs her hands over his length to verify his excitement. He begins pulling her dress up her thighs, moving her panties to the side, then enters her with a powerful thrust.

Taking control of this round back into her will, she holds his thighs down with the tops of her feet planted firmly. She uses the added momentum to ride his erection with reckless abandon, driving him deep within her... until... she stops her movement abruptly...

Jay? He says nothing, but leans in to kiss along the underside of her chin, pulling her to him... But she now has her confirmation... She’d realized that she’d adjusted to his erection a bit to easily... This wasn’t Jay’s cologne that she smelled. 

The light comes on as Jay enters the room with the beverages he’d left for. Afraid to turn and look at the face of the male she was straddling, who’s erection was building instead of subsiding....

Then it hit her... panic started to build as she began to recognize the cologne...

“Oh no...”

She became totally petrified, unable to move. How could this be happening to her again?...

------ Meeting Robin-----

Planning her revenge would prove to be easier than she thought. Dahlia didn’t want to take this the same way as last time... She was finally realizing that where she thought she was the bad person for sleeping with a drunken Samuel Dalton, she had been set up from the start.

“Hi, we’ve never met... You’re Robin right. I’ve heard around campus that you’re friends with some... talented people... I have a project that I need some help with. I can make it worth your time...” She drags her nail against his chest, sliding it teasingly down the center of his chest... giving him that “I’ll do whatever you want, if you help me out” lash batting, tilting her head as she runs her tongue seductively across her lower lip. Will she make good on her subtle hinting of pleasuring him?...

Robin had many connections around campus. He knew where to get the little pills to make you forget life and just chill... he knew people who had hacker abilities... Let’s just go ahead and say that he was the most resourceful person on campus per the grapevine.

Thanks to Jen, Dahlia now knew most of the story. She had been targeted by this elite group on Princeton’s campus. Their name... “The Boys of Princeton”...

Although they rival during Stomping of the Yard, members from the various campus Fraternities have joined together, forming this private society. It is a very selective group, and no matter their differences, members had to honor the request made of one another.

These select members were offered an immunity afforded to the richest of the rich... dismissed misdemeanors and other violations of the law, i.e., DUIs, traffic tickets, fender benders... just to name a few.

She had been targeted as a challenge among the group. Only one of them had to gain her attention, to sway her to interest, and the rest would fall to the group... Once she became the ‘property’ of one, she would be the property of them all. These men recycled their women among the group, some did so willingly, some did so according to their code. The females would be oblivious to this group and their sinister practices.

Robin’s connections would prove to be useful in uncovering the identities of every person who sought to or became members of this group. She would expose them to prevent this from ruining another girls life, as it has clearly affected hers...

----- Future talks with Jay ---- 

Goddammit, answer the phone...

“Umm, is this not a good time to talk to you Jay?”...

“Dahlia?”

I told you that in order to forgive you for what happened, you would have to be at my beck and call. I didn’t press charges, but there is no statute of limitations, don’t push me... I’ve sent you the address... be here in an hour... I don’t care what you have going on...

Dahlia had made it a point to keep up with Jay’s career, or lack thereof. A certain Ms. Klein had contacted the parents of one Mr. Jay Christopher Hunt.

Mr. Bump-N-Grind had told her, in his inebriated state, that the Sorority both she and Dahlia were members of was in fact founded, funded and currently owned by none other than Mrs. Janelle and J.B. Hunt... parents of one J.C. Hunt.

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Remember to...

(And yes, I know I have included males along with females... I am speaking towards your heart and soul.)

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Name seven comfort films...

Who wants to play? Create a new post and name 7 comfort films and tag 7 (or more!) friends to play!

1. The Lake House

2. Pretty Woman

3. While You Were Sleeping

4. Memoirs of a Geisha

5. 50 First Dates

6. Devil Wears Prada

7. Deuca Bigalow

Hey, I find comfort in a lot of things, lol... My taste is varied... Thanks @txemrn for the tag!

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